When I went through my Peace Corps volunteer training, hours were spent on cultural sensitivity. What to wear and what not to wear. What to say and what not to say. Which hand to eat with–always the right, and what do do when a cultural faux paux is made. Because The Gambia is a Muslim country, albeit with more traditional African influences than traditional Arabic ones, there were nos not to cross in order to not offend. I never showed my knees and learned to eat right-handed out of a common bowl with a spoon even though I’m left-handed. Being culturally sensitive became second nature to the point that, after awhile, I didn’t need to think about my actions when I was in the village. In tourist hot spots, like beach restorts, what was right and wrong became a bit blurred. You can bet I wore a bathing suit.

In tourist areas village life goes away, even thought the people who work at the resorts are often villagers who’ve headed to the city for a job. Tourists often have no idea how they are perceived by the locals. There is the tendency to not follow the adage “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” but the “If it’s okay at home, it’s okay here.” As a westerner, I fluctuated between feeling horrified by the attire tourists wore–itty bitty shorts or bikinis, for example, and feeling bad that the Gambians were probably passing judgment on the tourists’ morality based on what the tourists wore. Women were scrutinized much more than men. Of course, just like with any culture, the people who are from a place have a variety of opinions. Not all Gambians had the same ideas about decorum.